TOO MANY exhausting dreams
again. In one, Josephine was there surrounded by
her sisters; she was happy and laughing, and her
body was unbroken. I felt so sad.

Jaenelle Antas says: "I imagine that
is how she would want to be remembered -- happy,
whole, and surrounded by family," and it brings
tears to my eyes. Josephine is always with me in
my thoughts.

Saturday,
November 27, 2010Key
West (Florida, USA)

I WORK more into the evening on
Himmler. I bike over for a bowl of soup
at a Cuban cafe around seven p.m. Lima Bean as
usual. On my return to the Old Town disaster
strikes in the pitch darkness, as I wobble in
through the front gate, turn right, change my
mind, a branch catches my face, I put my left
foot down and there is nothing there, and I go
over noisily into a heap in the shrubbery with
the bike on top of me, the bike's flashing
lights pointing this way and that.

A passer-by asks if I'm alright. Yeah, right.
"No problem," I call out, and fortunately he
moves off and is therefore not a spectator of
the tragic scene as it takes me five minutes to
untangle myself from the bike and branches and
shrubbery, and heave myself somehow upright. No
bones broken, but my back hurts badly, and
continues to do so all night.

Sunday,
November 28, 2010Key
West (Florida, USA)

ANOTHER lengthy dream which includes a scene
at some London Post Office, as television
cameras cover the arrival of a trades union
leader ('Simpson'?) to pick up mail, namely a
package containing uranium. The details one
remembers! Bente is caught up in the crush. She
looks unchanged, and is in her twenties, is
wearing a powder blue coat and her hair is very
blond and "spooffy" as she called it.

My left leg is covered in painful blotches
from last night. At the Sunday Breakfast Club
Eric says it is from a poisonous plant. Hey ho.
I thought I had been bitten. Never mind. God's
punishment for thinking impure thoughts.

My German lawyer has written from Kiel; we
have forced back the 2007 injunction sought by
Arndt Verlag, no costs order; and now we proceed
for the missing royalties, and he asks for our
euro banking details. Looks like we may just be
getting a German royalties payment from them,
plus interest, at long last. After ten
years!

I lay down but the back is still
. . . awkward. Difficult to get
up.

Jaenelle is merciless: "Ha, you are clumsier
than I am!" she shouts from Indiana. "Why didn't
you leave the porch light on while you were
out?"

THOMAS H. reports that the
Wikipedia entry on me shows it to be changed
for the better. "There must have been some
high-level shake-up to peel back the iron grip
of those fanatic ideologues who completely
controlled it. Here are two paragraphs that were
impossible to get in only a few months ago:
First, in the title opening, to have you
declared an historian rather than a holocaust
denier:

David
John Cawdell Irving (born 24 March 1938) is
an English writer specializing in the
military history of World War II.[1]
He is the author of 30 books on the subject,
including The Destruction of Dresden (1963),
Hitler's War (1977), Uprising! (1981),
Churchill's War (1987), and Goebbels:
Mastermind of the Third Reich (1996).

And second, to have any favorable mention of
you as an historian at all:

The
description of Irving as a historian, rather
than a historical author, is controversial,
with some publications continuing to refer to
him as a "historian"[30] or
"disgraced historian",[31] while
others insist he is not a historian, and have
adopted alternatives such as "author" or
"historic writer".[1] The military
historian John Keegan has praised Irving for
his "extraordinary ability to describe and
analyse Hitler's conduct of military
operations, which was his main occupation
during the Second World War".[32]
Donald Cameron Watt, Emeritus Professor of
Modern History at the London School of
Economics, wrote that he admires some of
Irving's work as a historian, though he
rejects his conclusions about the
Holocaust.[33] At the libel
proceedings against Irving, Watt declined
Irving's request to testify, appearing only
after a subpoena was ordered.[34] He
testified that Irving had written a "very,
very effective piece of historical
scholarship" in the 1960s, which was
unrelated to his controversial work; he also
suggested that Irving was "not in the top
class" of military
historians.[34]

Progress, however slight." -- For myself I am
sanguine about such things. Everything will
eventually find its own level.

I suggest: "It would be different -- and you
might suggest this to the more innocent culprits
-- if they just posted a link to our website
where these things can still be accessed. E.g.
to http://www.fpp.co.uk/books. Then we do still
retain a modicum of control."

She would however be in favour of removing
our free downloads of any titles currently in
print. I reply:

That
defeats the object, which is to provide a
free service to needy students and defeat the
aims of the enemy to blot out my
works.

Monday,
November 29, 2010Key
West (Florida, USA)

SAM tells me of a German proverb he likes:
Giebt es krieg, so macht der Teufel die
Hölle weiter. The Rev. James Wood's
Dictionary of Quotations offers this
translation: "When war falls out, the devil
enlarges Hell." A poor translation, in fact
wrongful, in my view. Weitermachen has
nothing to do with enlarging. "When there's war,
the Devil carries on with Hell," would be
closer. [But see
below*]

I now send to my delinquent Greek publisher
Iolkos a three-day warning, to pay up or I will
issue a European Payment Order. Not very nice to
have to use this language to a much needed
publisher. I wonder if the German publisher
Arndt Verlag will now pay or whether they will
go for another round with lawyers.

Supper with Sam on Stock Island; the grouper
tasted off, so I did not eat it. On the way back
we call at the airport here and and I book an
Avis rental car for December 19; but they ask
$114 a day for the smallest, instead of the
usual $30 or 40, explaining that it is "high
season." Hertz want the same price. I go on line
and rebook with Avis for fifty dollars.

Tuesday,
November 30, 2010Key
West (Florida, USA)

THE back pain from the bicycle tumble has
subsided, but I am if anything a bit more stiff
this morning. I shall continue to walk around as
a Very Upright Gentleman today.

Markus H. recoommends to me the book by
Joe Bellinger on Heinrich
Himmler's death. I reply that I am familiar
with the work's existence. In fact I paid the
author an advance of eleven thousand dollars for
the world rights in 1999 -- he kept on asking
for more -- then gave up on him as the
manuscript he delivered was unpublishable.
"Bellinger unfortunately was not
quellenkritisch" -- careful about his
sources.

Markus then sends me some of Bellinger's
extraordinary vapourings about me on the
Internet, where he even claims credit for
finding Himmler's two hundred letters to his
mistress: "Although I did not use these letters
in my book," writes Bellinger grandly, and
indeed how could he have, "David Irving latched
upon them and is apparently including them in
his upcoming Himmler book. Whether he gives me
the credit for their discovery in the archives
remains to be seen." I tell Markus:

That
alone is a gross untruth. The owner of the
letters, J S, contacted me in Chicago one day
in 1999 and brought them all for me to read;
I spent a whole morning reading them all.
They were never in any archives, always in
private hands.

"In regards to Mr. Irving, I know the man
fairly well," continues Mr Bellinger on the
Internet. "I spent days with him whilst
conducting research at Stanford prior to
beginning my work on "Himmler's Death."

Yes, Joe, I remember that drive with you from
Los Angeles to Palo Alto well. (I had to drag
the man away from his girlfriend in Rodeo Drive,
Beverley Hills -- he was literally crying ! --
and drove him against his will up to Stanford at
my expense to look at their Himmler materials.
He cannot read German, let alone Sütterlin
script. He had never researched in an archive in
his life. I then began to realise that my
$11,000 was a totally wasted investment. He
never visited the archives in Washington or
London either, which was what I paid him the
advance for.)

THERE is a reply this morning from the
Medical School of the University of Vienna,
Austria. I have been checking Himmler's version,
in his diary, of an obiter dicta about
sex by that famous predecessor of Dr Kinsey,
Professor Max von Gruber. "The quote you are
looking for by Prof Gruber is on page 85 of the
53rd-54th editions of his book Health and Sex
Life, Stuttgart 1927. 'Probably two human beings
would never stand eachother for long, living
together as closely as married couples do,
chained to eachother, were it not for seeking
and finding satisfaction in their sex drive.'"
[Das von Ihnen gesuchte Zitat von Prof.
Dr. Max von Gruber steht in der 53. -54. Auflage
von Hygiene des Geschlechtslebens",
Stuttgart 1927, auf Seite 85 und lautet: Wohl
niemals würden zwei Menschen auf die Dauer
ertragen, so enge wie Eheleute aneinander
gekettet zu sein, wenn sie nicht dabei die
Befriedigung ihres Geschlechtstriebes suchen und
finden würden.]

A
stranger Milan
Kosanovic writes to me, fan mail: "I may not
agree with you on every opinion you hold, but
what you wrote in your preface to "Apocalypse"
is something I would be prepared to sign and
proud to display. And I do have significant
Jewish ancestry.

Is
there any parallel between Dresden and
Auschwitz? To my mind both teach one lesson:
that the real crime of war and peace is not
Genocide -- with its implicit requirement
that posterity reserve its sympathy for one
race -- but Innocenticide. It was not the
Jewishness of the victims that made Auschwitz
a crime, but their innocence.

"Thank you for putting it so precisely and
succinctly." PS: "I have just finished reading
your Hitler's
War"

THE GREEK publisher Iolkos says they will pay
what they owe me in a week's time. A Greek
translator asks me about the Joseph Goebbels
diaries. "I have heard that there is a version
around by Elke Fröhlich (maybe
someone who stole your work?) In Wikipedia it
says thata 29 volume edition edited by Elke
Fröhlich and others is said to be 98%
complete. The last volume was published in 2006.
I would suppose that those are only in
German?"

I reply: "Elke is and was a very good friend
of mine. She first alerted me to the location of
the original glass plates [in the KGB
archives, Moscow] on May 9, 1992. She has
now retired (born January 30, 1944). And yes,
they are only in German. But some years and
extracts are in English: Louis P Lochner
edited them very well." - In fact I have not
heard very often from EF for years, now I think
of it; since around then in 1992. Time
flies.

J.reports
from Indianapolis that the book on the Hungarian
Revolution has come from the printers: "The
Uprising books look okay. There were some
boxes that had taken quite a beating, but none
of the books appears to have taken damage."

More
snow here. Will be fun carrying all these
boxes into the post office today, as I'm sure
the sidewalk will be very slick.

"Hals und Beinbruch," I reply: "Look
it up."

Jessica, daughter number five, replies from
London: "I'm so looking forward to you getting
back! I miss living with you and also the Dorney
house. I worry about both you and Mummy falling
over, so watch where you are going! Its really
icy here after solid snow. I've totally found a
career I want to aspire to, at the world health
organisation, they want people who have a first
degree and can speak languages, which suits me
as my French is coming along really well and if
I get into Oxford to read human science it will
be ideal! I like to have something to aspire
to."

Um. Okay.

The New York Times today carries
obituaries on two gentlemen -- Steven N
Posner, a millionaire corporate raider
killed in a Miami speedboat accident, and
Samuel T Cohen, the California physicist.
Of the first it reports helpfully, and no doubt
happily, now that the fear of libel action has
receded:

Mr
Posner (pronounced PAHZ-ner) worked for many
years with his father [Viktor Posner]
who became known as the master of the hostile
takeover, intentionally mismanaging companies
into bankruptcy while enriching himself as
they foundered.

That sails as close to naked anti-Semitism as
one might expect to find in this great
newspaper. Oh yes, and it rings a bell in my
memory: was not Victor associated with Ivan F
Boesky, whon once financed a ballet
on the Holocaust, and junk bond dumpster
Michael R Milken? All of whom should
perhaps be required to finance an opera called,
"Why us?" or perhaps to write out those two
words a thousand times a day for the rest of
their miserable lives.

No doubt thousands of employees who lost
their jobs in these "intentionally mismanaged
companies" would happily spit on their
graves.

Of
the second sad death, that of Mr Cohen, the
The New York Times reminds us that
Robert Oppenheimer fathered the atomic
bomb, Edward Teller (right) the
hydrogen bomb, and Samuel T Cohen the
neutron bomb. Well, three potential
giga-murderers, possibly even tera-murderers,
all linked by one unmentioned commonality. They
are the ones who would willingly have crucified
all humanity, whether out of greed, malice, or
sheer scientific curiosity we shall now never
know. It cannot have been for patriotism, as all
were effectively rootless, homeless, soulless
citizens.

Come to think of it, their people have had a
lot of difficulty making up excuses for the
Jewish chemist Fritz Haber, the inventor
of mustard gas and Zyklon-B.

Years ago I interviewed Edward Teller at
Stanford for Penthouse magazine. I think
the lengthy taped interview is lost in my
archives that were seized in 2002. Perhaps
Peter Longerich will now do a biography
on him.

I teased Edward Teller with what the Nobel
prize winner Werner Heisenberg told me
years earlier. I told Teller that I had had a
long talk with Heisenberg, which ranged across
his whole career; that Heisenberg was delighted
not to be censured for having stayed in Germany
during the Nazi era -- in fact when I asked him
whether it had not damaged Nazi Germany's
scientific effort that so many scientists,
predominantly Jewish, had left, he said
dismissively that those who had emigrated were
all "second class" -- the really worthwhile men
like Otto Hahn, Fritz Strassman and
himself, had stayed. While still in his early
twenties, he had been awarded the 1932 Nobel
Prize "for the creation of quantum
mechanics."

Heisenberg
read through my whole manuscript [of
The
Virus House] in draft, which was
about as expert an assessor as one could have
wanted, and published a glowing half-page review
of it in the Frankfurter Allgemeine
Zeitung.

"Der Heisenberg hatte Recht," growled
Teller to my surprise, in that gravelly, shaggy
voice of his, and challenged me to name more
than half a dozen of the émigrés
who were actually good enough to work on the
Manhattan Project.